So it seems like these last couple months I'm always counting down the hours. I suppose that in and of itself isn't unusual... all too often in life we're looking forward to what's coming rather than what we have this moment. I think they call that hope.
In this case I'm counting the hours until Carol comes up to visit. I seriously dig that chick. This will be visit #2 IRL. To be perfectly honest, I'm not a fan of the LDR or the internet-based LDR in particular. I have had prior experience as at least one of my readers will attest to. However, I believed at the time (and still believe now) that a person needs to pursue their dreams however illogical and misguided. If we don't act on our dreams then what are we doing here? Contrary to public opinion, you are not a robot, nor an island... nor a pony.
Anyways, if this makes any sense, I hate the process of being involved with someone who lives so far away even as I love the person. And I do think that the second half of that more than offsets the first half. In spite of it not working out before, I would still gladly repeat my previous "mistakes" if for no other than being enriched by meeting someone who I never would have otherwise and being exposed to a lifestyle that has taught me so much about myself. I think commentary beyond that point reveals more than I want to share, but feel free to ask me privately if you want me to expand.
In the vein of composite panoramic I have a new one. Basically a shot of our yard at work. I think it's bootyful! :)